Look at the sky, count me the most wave

Chapter 2 Xiao Wu can only suffer a little longer

The home of Tang Hua and his son is quite easy to find.

On the west side of the village, the three simplest adobe houses in the whole village are their homes.

On the roof of the largest house in the middle, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter with a simple hammer pattern painted on it.

This pattern represents the blacksmith in this world.

Tang Xiao is the blacksmith of Shenghun Village and the only blacksmith.

The farm tools he built were durable and not easily damaged, which was another reason why Jack tolerated Tang Hu and his son.

Otherwise, Old Jack would have expelled the mentally retarded father and son from Holy Soul Village long ago.

"Squeak..."

Xiao He gently pushed open the door of Tang Hao's house and walked in.

The room was in a mess, tables, chairs and benches were scattered everywhere, the bed was lying crookedly in the corner, and various things were scattered around the bed.

"Haotian Hammer: Chaos Cloak!"

In this way, you won’t be nearly killed by Shura God!

As a reborn person, Tang San naturally knew that Wuhun Palace had a deep hatred for his family!

Therefore, Tang San naturally also thought about how to make Wuhundian die faster and more miserably.

The human heart is the most unpredictable. Who can guarantee that every mortal's belief in you will be the purest and not mixed with various other demands.

"If I remember correctly, when I first awakened the spirit of the Clear Sky Hammer, it weighed nearly a hundred kilograms, and I couldn't use it at all."

At this moment, the entire hill seemed to be shaking violently, and countless pieces of sand, gravel and mud fell off from the hill, forming thick smoke that obscured the figure of the little boy.

When the smoke disappeared, the little boy was seen kneeling on one knee, sweating and panting, but his eyes were firm and bright, as if full of hope and confidence in the future.

The little boy wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

After struggling for a long time, Tang San finally made a decision half a year ago!

"Xiao Wu, I can only aggrieve you and make you suffer again. But you will be resurrected when the time comes. It's no big deal."

"Every time I come here, it looks like this. This father and son with cerebral palsy, don't you know how to tidy up their place? Dahuang's nest at the entrance of the village is neater than you!"

Therefore, this Tang San not only knows the Cloak Hammering Technique, but also the Nine Arts of Haotian, and even the Thirteen Halberds of Poseidon!

"Come on, come on, tomorrow is the day when the martial soul awakens. My beloved Xiao Wu, I will see you soon at the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy..."

Or maybe, after destroying the Spirit Hall, he could get the [Key to Purification] as soon as possible, so that he could have the combat power of a god king.

He was a child of only five or six years old. It was obvious that he often endured the warmth of the sun. His skin was a healthy wheat color, his short black hair looked neat, and his clothes were simple but clean.

However, in just a moment, Tang San's expression changed.

Tang San's eyes were full of expectation and yearning, as if Xiao Wu was right in front of him.

As small as one hundred thousand year old soul bones and one hundred thousand year old soul rings, as large as divine positions and immortal items, and even the top secrets hidden deep in the Spirit Hall, these things that others dare not even think about, are all yours.

That's right, Tang San, who was reborn from a more distant future, also knew more about the gods of the divine world.

The hammer hit the dark brown ground, making a dull sound.

This little boy held a dark iron hammer in both hands. With his right foot as the center, his whole body danced rapidly like a top.

The gods in the divine world are basically gods of faith, and they are troubled by the "poison of faith".

"What's worse, I won't put the [Purification Key] in your body and find another carrier!"

After all, Xiao Wu's one hundred thousand year soul ring and one hundred thousand year soul bone are very useful, not to mention the soul rings and soul bones of the brother-in-law and brother-in-law...

"Haotian Nine Jue: Bengzi Jue!"

All Tang San can do is make small repairs on this road, such as appropriately increasing the lifespan of the first and second spirit rings, so that the second spirit ring can be worthy of his position as the God King.

"However, now I can use this fifty-pound hammer to perform the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique up to the eighteenth hammer. I should be able to barely use the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit."

However, no matter how Tang San thought about it, he found that the path he took back then was the best choice.

Then, the angel god created something that could filter out distracting thoughts, so she was besieged and killed by many gods of faith, and she ended up being reincarnated as a remnant soul.

Bang bang bang...

These are huge in number and accumulate tens of thousands of distracting thoughts, which are enough to drive gods of any level crazy.

This is Xiao He's first and only feeling.

Tang San, who cried so much that his nose burst into tears because of Xiao Wu's death, and committed suicide.

This little boy is undoubtedly the legendary Great God King of the Tang Dynasty, a pure and pure man who can survive on just a few grains of rice!

It's just that this Tang San is a little different...

Suddenly, the little boy roared, accelerated suddenly, and swung the hammer to the ground again.

The bedding on the wooden bed was messy, as if it hadn't been washed for many years, and had a sour smell.

Xiao He curled his lips, threw the small bag of grain in his hand on the table, then turned around and left, as if he didn't want to stay any longer.

"Is no one here? That's just what I want. I don't want to see the faces of Tang Hua and his son!"

Rumble...

dividing line.

At the same time, a thin figure appeared on a hill that was only more than a hundred meters high adjacent to the Holy Soul Village.

Xiao He shook his head and began to look around, his eyes resting on the empty wooden bed.

It's a pity that Xiao Wu is indispensable in Tang San's journey of filling the cup.

Tang San said that his love for Xiao Wu was absolutely shocking!

If Xiao Wu dies, he will find a way to resurrect Xiao Wu. If he cannot be resurrected, he will go with Xiao Wu!

What follows is Tang San’s journey to becoming a god.

This Tang San is not the original product, to be precise, he is Tang San from forty thousand years later!

"The God of Life, this divine king who is proficient in the laws of life, is quite suitable to be the carrier of the [Key to Purification]!"

After each fall, the ground would tremble a little, and a crackling sound would be heard.

It is definitely not because he will be driven crazy by the [Poison of Faith] without the [Key to Purification].

As for the [Purification Key], when it is used, it will also deprive the carrier of its vitality. Tang San said that he did not know about this at all at the time.

After all, Xiao Wu was his true love, how could he kill her with his own hands?

"It's almost time, it's time to go back and make lunch for dad!"

Tang San raised his head and looked at the sky, then his thin body jumped up and ran down the mountain.

(End of chapter)